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#goblin queen.

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#ttub ym ssik.

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X-Men ‘97 (2024) Marvel Studios

This scene from the X-Men ‘97 episode Bright Eyes reminded me of Kate Pryde’s exchange with one of the Orchis soldiers she killed following the 2023 Hellfire Gala.

X-Men #25 (2023) MARVEL

#kiss of death. #MY LOVE

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Why is it always 'Anakin, what did you do?' Or 'Anakin, that's terrorism'? Why is it never 'Hi' or 'how was your day?'

#it can’t rain all the time. out. #sigh 😔

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jason blows a kiss to rachel. ♥️

wishing she could melt into the shadows and be a pair of eyes, hiding in plain sight would help to soothe the awful pitter-patter of anxiety that fidgets within her system. over the years, there has been a grasp of control on her end. it doesn't stop the twists in her stomach whenever intuition spikes. undercover work was the very last thing she would ever bother to add to her resume and yet, she's in the middle of a high-society charity event with a chilled drink in one hand and the itch to disappear in the other. she swallows her woes as best as she can for the sake of her date, the main reason why she's in this mess in the first place.

he helps to ease some of her thoughts, take away the idea that they were on a little mission together and to consider it an actual date. for the most part, it wasn't rowdy or had snooty guests. it's mainly the fear of getting caught. she felt his hand for most of the time they've spent in the same room, either on her lower back or tangled lightly with her fingers. she was never alone or thought he was too far away from her. for that, she thanks jason for his consideration of her. the moments they shared, of course, had to gently halt and pull away from her as the mission was just about to truly begin. the ghost of his kiss to her was sweet enough to earn a defeated smirk from her. not loveless, just saddened to feel the air of fantasy diminish down to their work. again.

#spllledwlne #answered. #u think i won't turn this into an opportunity #HA

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#the deepest darkest parts of you: max + anya.

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Jade & Naomi Paper Dolls s01e03

#the deepest darkest parts of you: max + anya.

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the game was simple: earn a little trust, gain something back. anything was better than nothing. constant bickering, nit-picking at each other's skillset or who-ruined-who's mission wasn't the point of this... arrangement. she needed to work smarter, not harder. she needed to cast aside feelings and remain focused on the prize, the some-odd million dollar prize that she can walk away from with all of her limbs in tact. her smile was sweetened, leaning away from the natural sarcastic response as she sets up a hefty plate for him.

" no catch, " she chimes, her voice light as a feather, " just breakfast, " a very 'wifely' response of her to practice with a smile and everything. after all, they still don't know if their anonymous superiors, their enemies were right next door, down the street, or even across the backyard. leading into an assumption, she doesn't count him to be a threat to her just yet. they need each other alive in order to be considered for payment. and as of right now, this far into the 'marriage', she'd take her chances with her brolic mr. smith than another.

turning off with the stove and the hood above, sizzling from the pan simmers down greatly as she plates her half of breakfast. she settles down his plate right in front, no strings or gimmicks attached, " neighbors across the street invited us to a block party. we should go, " as she digs through the drawer of the island to fish out two forks for them, she fishes for a butter knife as well. selina jane glanced to meet his eyes for a moment, taking note any reaction in place, " you up for it-- john? "

It was not easy for someone to get under Malcolm's skin. He'd spent years of his life ignoring his parents the best he could whenever they went in on him, shutting his brain off for whatever they could toss his way. It had become second nature by the time he'd enlisted, not even a second thought when he shifted to this life. There was little in the way that anyone could do to work their little fingers into the grooves of him and press any sort of button, never mind the right one.

Mrs. Smith knew every trick in the fucking book.

Plan B was hiding how well she did. Clenched jaws that turned into expressions of nothing on a whim or clenching fists under the dinner table when the neighbors invited them for a Saturday night soirée just had to do. He liked to believe that he gave her just as much back but she was just as good at the game as he was. They were an even match. And it bothered him how well they worked together because of it.

He only heard her threat when he shut the bathroom door behind him. Fresh from his morning shower, missed beads of water neglected by the towel hung on the back of the bathroom door dotted his forehead at his hairline and his shoulders where the sleeveless white tee clung just beside. It was wet and sticking to him in splotches that he didn't notice - at least he'd dried his legs enough for his sweatpants not to follow suit. Down the stairs he traipsed (two at a time) before he appeared in the doorway of the kitchen - padding across the floor to loom behind and just to the side of her shoulder and observe the carefully prepared meal.

"Bacon smells good."

Pax agreed with a hearty huff. Mal pedaled back enough to offer his ears a thorough rub.

"What's the catch?"

Fingers of his free hand lifted to brush damp strands of hair from his eyes. He kept his attention on the bacon sizzling atop the stove, lest they wander suspiciously to the study of her quarter-profile.

#oftoska #feline fatale / threads. #the smiths verse.*

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✞ 666 ✞

#conduit of chaos.

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#feline fatale. #ttub ym ssik.

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#feline fatale.

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the hollowness in my own eyes haunts me.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

#perfect death.

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…your lips are / pomegranate

Aaliya Zaveri, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; “Sunday morning, greenwich village, NYC”

#spring goddess.

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you want me to go to work when there is Outside? There are birds singing for me and you want me to clock in?

#webhead.

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Adria Arjona as Jules Reyes in PACIFIC RIM: UPRISING (2018) dir. Steven S. DeKnight

#firestarter.

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#stigmata martyr.

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#goblin queen.